Breaking Case

Breaking the news was hard. Everyone was stunned and everyone had their own theory, but they were all similar. Suicide, fright, fright, and suicide. Ms. Brent's view was slightly different. She thought is was an act of god, but still believed it was heart failure due to fright. Blore's theory was logical but there was just no damn evidence. He claimed it must've been Rogers who did the deed because he was afraid of his nervous wife spilling the beans and admitting to their indictment. Something needed to make sense but nothing did. Not even the boat showed up this morning. Everything was queer, things are supposed to add up, but everything was just odd numbers. Odd people in this case.

Everyone dispersed from breakfast. I took to seclusion upstairs. I needed to be alone. I stepped into the bathroom and turned the cold water on in the sink. I ran the water over my fingers, hoping the water would cool my nerves. Didn't work. Something was creepy about being alone so I made my way out to the terrace. Was a slightly chilly day, overcast but didn't look like it would rain. I was called inside by a once again panicked Rogers. I asked him why and he could only manage to squeak out something about china figures. I stepped inside. He asked me if I'd remembered how many soldier figurines were on the table the first night. There were ten and that's exactly what I told him. He needn't here anymore. Rushing more he took me to that same table.